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The Rape.
Possible trigger, which you could probably guess from the title.
I’ve considered writing about this before, but haven’t really had reason to. It’s not something I think about all that much, and it’s certainly not something I’m traumatised by, so I haven’t had that processing-through-writing desire.
But it does occasionally come up in conversation, usually if I talk about my teenage depression. Someone will ask, for example, if I know why I got depressed, and even though I am fine talking about being raped, I um and ah and make the conversation more awkward than it needs to be.
This comes back to something I mentioned before – the idea that I have a social obligation not to embarrass my listeners. I imagine that the bald statement “Because I was raped” is going to make the other person uncomfortable, but my reticence makes their discomfort more likely. I’m wondering if writing will help me deal with that discord.
Turning Japanese
I am classically Freudian when it comes to masturbation. I started doing it aged four, and I haven’t stopped yet.
More on censoring myself
I broke up with my first boyfriend in 1998 and lost contact with him. He got back in touch with me a year or so ago, thanks to the wonders of facebook, and we now exchange occasional polite, let’s-not-mention-the-past emails.
And then there were two
Non-monogamy is not just about sex. Love plays a big part as well.
It’s easy to love more than one person – ask anyone with kids. It’s also easy to love your friends. Once you start sleeping with the friends you already love, things do get a little tangled.
My shortest meaningful relationship lasted less than two hours
I’m putting all the sex-ish stuff behind the cut, so you don’t gotta read it if you don’t wanna.
Strange sexual encounters
Being the first in a potentially long series
Have honeymooned, dived, swum, munched, lunched, loved, partied and especially slept. Am now back at work and looking forward to a post-crazy summer of picnics and baking and white wine spritzers, after which all my autumn energies will be directed into the Sinonautical sortie.
Have travel notes from Zanzibar to transcribe, and 100s of wedding pics to sort out. I imagine some will make their way onto here from other corners of the interwebz at some point.
In the meantime, I found myself mulling over this long-gone escapade at about 4am this morning:
